Hushed Willows Hunger turns even the kindest of hearts

The night was uneventful. The pack was swollen, now with four small mouths to feed and three additional adults too. It was hard spread the love evenly, but the dark male was feeling the pain of hunger too. The majority of his meals went to Octavia and to the young children; it was devotion to the pack, to their family - to what the Keep had quickly become to him. He had not spent any time with Kunik since they had gone fishing with Grace, and though he'd never know it he would never have the chance to repair any of the issues the female had with him. 

It wasn't fair in many ways. The proud warrior that Kunik had been would not see through the famine. She would not experience the joys of life - see the world reborn and see life rejoin the Wilds. Stark couldn't know that, wouldn't ever consider that, as he made his way towards the stream to try and catch another meal he caught Kunik's scent. 

He followed after the smell, he hadn't even noticed her leave - selfish as he was, probably curled near where Octavia and Tambourine slept. There he found her, still and cold, and a sensation ran through him that was equal parts cold jolt and fear. "Kunik," He murmured softly, giving the warrior a nudge. He breathed out slowly, swallowing back the thick rise of bile - two thoughts came to his mind and the dark male shuddered at feeling them. 

He had to notify the pack. Kunik deserved that. 

What Kunik didn't deserve was the growl of Stark's stomach, the demand that he partake of her cooling flesh.